Chapter 67 is still a stranger

A pair of plain white, weakly held hands, trembling slightly under the curled sleeves, seemed to want to be raised, and leisurely suppressed it, the curly hands stretched out silently, and slowly and disguised the red blood stained on the fingertips on the dark hem of the clothes.

Then, tentatively, the girl stretched out her hand and placed it on the folder that had been handed to her for a long time, and clenched it silently. The wrists that emerge from the wide sleeves are amazingly thin.

It seems to have only fragile bones, covered with a thin layer of pale skin.

She lowered her head and opened the folder in her arms, her eyelashes trembling violently on the drooping eyelids.

After turning two pages, her gaze seemed to be glued to it.

To be precise, it is glued to the signature of Party B at the bottom of the page.

A faint tremor spread from the fingertips to the shoulders until the whole person shuddered.

The girl gritted her teeth, a mournful sound came out from between her teeth, her cheeks twitched slightly between her hair, revealing a mood that seemed to cry rather than laugh, and her eyes were bright, more like she was going to cry.

"She... She doesn't want me anymore......"

The man in the suit lifted his glasses, bowed his head slightly, and did not speak.

It's just that the tone in which the girl said this seemed to be mocking, with a kind of relief and disdain, but the voice was clearly trembling unsteadily, and there was even a trace of crying at the end of the words.

Feelings are complicated to mottle.

Isn't it a long time ago that I didn't give hope to that woman......

The girl pursed her pale mouth tightly, closed her eyes, and raised her head: "I'll go with you!"

Her dark pupils were full of water, almost overflowing.

Faint, the last trace of clarity is missing.

Bai An stood not far away, from the beginning to the end, he probably guessed what was going on, shook his head in his heart, and sighed slightly, the grievances and grievances in the wealthy family are not his responsibility.

It is difficult for a clean official to decide family affairs, and there are some things that cannot be distinguished from right and wrong.

Thinking back to the bad things that the friends in the wealthy circle had encountered in the memory of the original owner, Bai An secretly rubbed and gave his cheap dad Bai Bo a thumbs up, not to be involved in pornography, gambling and drugs, not to mention small buntings, not to mention strong ability, and he didn't leave his tail at all.

Just think about it, if he first wore it, there would be a few more brothers and sisters born to his parents...... Bai An shuddered.

He was so bad that he died.

When he got here, Bai An felt that there was no need to wade into this troubled water, people closed the door and took care of their own family affairs, so he raised his eyes, and the man who was the housekeeper turned sideways.

Bai An politely and detached nodded his chin to him, flipped the backpack belt, put one hand into his pocket idly, and turned to leave.

The man's eyes flashed, thoughtfully, this young man's bearing was not like that of ordinary children, thinking like this, but his movements did not pause at all, bending over, opening the door, and a set of etiquette was done smoothly.

The girl stood in front of the open door of the luxury car with a complicated face, raised her head slightly, took a deep look at Bai An's back, lowered her eyebrows, and bent down slightly calmly.

The fancy light and color are flashy on the road, bright and vulgar.

Bai walked quietly on the road ahead, and in the crowd that gradually dispersed, the dark luxury car drove out silently, going in the opposite direction.

The opposite is still a stranger.

……

A zigzag road leads to the end, and a few more steps will be open and clear.

The grand music was overwhelming, but it was not harsh.

In the center of the square, on a huge high platform, a group of people played and played, and all the musical instruments in each city, men and women, young and old, all with smiles on their faces, seemed to have endless energy on the instruments.

There are many people, the score is good, and the cooperation is not bad, which has become such a magnificent effect.

What is even more eye-catching is the scene under the high stage.

Dance, a lot of people are dancing.

Grand, neat, and pleasing to the eye from a distance.

Bai An took off his mask, exhaled a breath, and looked closely, he was shocked and funny, and his heart was mixed with proud, crying and laughing complex feelings.

Most of the dancers are middle-aged and elderly women...... Well, that's Auntie.

They were square dancing.

It's just that this square dance is a little unusual - the clothes are all unified Han-style skirts, the upper body is a large-sleeved collar, a blue base, full of clusters of dark gold chrysanthemums, and the lower body is a black skirt until the feet are naked, with a waist seal more than a palm wide, and gold and white hemp ropes embellished with tassels are intertwined and drooping.

The dance steps are not the posture of Zhang Yang in the earth, although it is still simple, coming and going is just a few movements, but it has a bit of classical subtlety and elegance.

The light and flying sleeves and tassels, coupled with the skirt swaying like flowing water, are like a golden flower cloud blooming in the ink, which is intoxicatingly beautiful.

There are silk and bamboo, wind music, drums, pianos and harmonies in the music.

The women wore their sideburns in unison, their blue headbands hanging down from their hair, their ordinary faces with sincere, blooming smiles, and their clogs neatly dancing with clogs under their feet, clapping into an uproar, and occasionally singing in unison with cordial slang, jumping down like a parade around the high platform in the center of the square, which was shocking.

They are all aunts, they all dance square dances, a circle down, but a completely different style of painting, dignified atmosphere, at a glance, can only make people think of the prosperous China, the state of etiquette.

Thinking about it carefully, the topic of the paper can be classified as - On the importance of BGM and clothing.

Summary: The aunt in someone else's world.

Bai An looked a little dazed, not only him, but many adults and children around him were fascinated, or they fell into a joyful atmosphere together.

The girl in the Tang skirt walked up to her with a bamboo basket, scooped it from the basket padded with blue and white cloth with her bare hands, and dragged a lotus leaf with pastries and handed it over: "Na! ”

"Ugh. Bai An didn't come back to his senses, but subconsciously took it: "Thank you......"

"No thanks. The other party replied crisply, smiled sweetly at him, and turned around to initiate pastries for the child next to him.

Bai An finally came back to his senses, he didn't take the pastry in his hand, he didn't put it, he was not used to receiving strangers' things, so he had to look left and right, but he saw that the adults and children around him were all holding a piece of chongyang cake, and there were other girls not far away carrying similar baskets.

I heard a soft and glutinous child's voice next to me: "Thank you, sister, sister Chongyang is happy!"

Only then did I understand that this is probably the custom of the capital.

During the Double Ninth Festival, everyone has a piece of Double Yang cake, and everyone is the same every year.

couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, Bai An took a bite of the Chongyang cake that was still hot in his hand, his eyes narrowed crookedly, and in the night when the lights were dim, he felt a kind of warmth in his heart.

PS: There have been many delays in recent updates, I'm really ashamed, and I'll add more tomorrow.